06-26-2009, 01:46 PM
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mall-caps;">In Character Fate had deigned to smile on the monochrome she-wolf that day, and her journey to Halifax had not been for nothing. On the contrary—again the mystic city had provided her with another encounter to add to the books, though these streets were different from the last ones she'd walked. This city was far larger than the last one, and the pulsing veins of magic running beneath its asphalt and broken glass was even more powerful, as it had provided her with another face she thought was lost to her forever. Kaena's brilliant aureate eye roved Fatin's face again, taking in that coppery fur and those brilliant jade eyes. They'd grown shades lighter since Kaena had last looked into them, though they were certainly not the chartreuse shade of Salvaged's. No matter what happened to them or between them, no matter how long it had been, nothing had changed. Kaena would not have changed anything even if she could have, though—Fatin was peerless, there were none who could compare to her beauty, both her ways and her physical body. She was the sweetest thing, given over to love a creature so below her, one so unsurpassed in viciousness as Kaena. Again Kaena lamented inwardly; it was an impossibility that she would ever equal her love. It was too wild a change, too far a swing from the savage life Kaena had lived for nigh a decade now. But Fatin could placate her; Fatin could control her. That was a power Kaena had never afforded anyone—she recalled the night on the beached so long ago, when she had held Sal's life in her hands, and Fatin had stopped her. The Lykoi knew anyone else would have been ignored, and she would have ended it with him there instead of much later. It was only the russet canine before her who could have spared Sal; she would not have allowed him to live for anyone else. She was not so sure of the second time. The long distance between them closed, and before the scarred canine could blink, there was warmth—a soft whine brewed in her throat and she laid her head on Fatin's shoulder, her skull cradled by the curly roan hair. Fatin's unmistakable smell crowded her nose, and the Lykoi inhaled it like smoke, smelling the spice and sweetness of her fur and savoring it. The coyote held her forever, her arms wrapped securely around the other woman, her fingers drawing up and down her back, gently rubbing the hard muscle beneath, tracing patterns over her shoulder blades and her spine. Her gray fingers found the curls of her coppery hair, and she stroked though the other woman's hair gently. The hybrid shivered as Fatin's lips found her neck; in a moment Kaena's teeth had seized hold of Fatin's shoulder, those same yellowed canines that had ripped the life from so many holding and nibbling ever so gently on her flesh. The moment seemed to last forever, and Kaena did not know if it was hours or minutes before she released her woman, holding her back just at half-arm's length to again rove over her with that brilliant eye. Her hands grasped the she-wolf's shoulders, ashen fingers holding her firmly. "Don't think I'm never letting you go again," the coyote whispered, unadulterated joy showing clearly on her face. There was nothing there for Fatin but love, and elation at having been found again. |